The Cullen Family Meets The Lost Boys

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Motorcycles roared. Gleeful laughter filled the air. Four vampires, drunk from humans fresh from a party rode through the beach, spraying sand on the happy beachgoers. Angry shouts followed them, the vampires ignored them, they had their minds set on something else.

The leader, a tall blond who had recently lost his mullet hollered at their newest victim who road behind them to keep up. He would be led to the collapsed resort, as Michael had. The strategy had barely worked back in the 80s. But they were keen to try it again.

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"Marko," their leader said. He pointed to the youngest, a blond haired vampire. He was easily recognizable. Marko refused to get rid of his long hair, it was his trademark.

Marko looked up at the leader. "Yes, David?"

"Food. I'll trust you'll know what to get." He gave a wicked grin.

"Not again. Please. Not after what happened last time."

"It won't be like last time. This one won't become one of us."

"Some Chinese food?" Marko asked, earning knowing laughter from the others.

"Perfect," David said. "Absolutely perfect."

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The vampires drew out ratted cloths and whipped the blood from their faces.

The human would be found in a week or so. Perhaps he drowned. Or maybe, just maybe, he fell from the cliffs.

After all, Hudson's Bluff was their home. A perfect place for "accidental" deaths. Besides, why would anyone suspect vampires?

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"Any updates on The Frogs?" David asked. He paced the floor. Dwayne sat on the ancient cracked fountain. He slung one leg over the other and slouched broodily.

"They've headed North. There's a clan of do-gooder vampires. I don't know what they're planning. But it can't be good."

"Keep an eye on things up there Dwayne. I trust you to do so," David said. He came to a stop before coming to a stop in front of Dwayne. He nodded solemnly. He'd do what was needed to track them.

David sat in the old wheelchair staring off into space before continuing. "We'll be heading up there ourselves. I've heard there's rain and tree protection. We'll get to be out longer. And we'll be able to track them, I don't want them out of our grasp for long. It's time that we finish them." He clasped his hands together and rested his chin on them. He hunched forward and his eyes got a glazed look over them. "Soon," he whispered softly. "Soon they will be finished."